Magnar was cursing the humans who put their cities, villages and inns on a day's travel, but a human day's travel. The longshanks didn't seem to know or care that some people had slightly shorter legs and needed a bit more time to cover a certain distance. He could do so, as dwarves generally had the stamina to keep going when humans had to stop, but he disliked arriving after dark. In cities it was less of an issue, but convincing innkeepers to open up after dark was not always easy. He had lived with humans for all his life and he knew about Hexensnacht. While dwarves didn't share that particular superstition, nights when Morrslieb was full were not nights to be out too long after dark. The advantage was that it was easier to see with both moons up. Further up he noticed another dwarf, so he picked up his pace. Hopefully she knew something about this town.